Chapter 3
His hands, Her mouth
Kylee hadn’t felt like this in a long time.
There was a lightness to her that morning, a quiet confidence humming beneath her skin.
Her reflection in the mirror didn’t look tired or invisible.
She saw warmth in her eyes, a subtle glow in her cheeks, the delicate curve of her lips turned up just slightly.
She wasn’t just someone's mother today. Or someone's wife. She was her again.
Jake had made love to again her last night.
He made love to her like he remembered who she was.
He showed up at the game, told her she was beautiful, and looked at her the way he used to before the years piled between them.
For the first time in months, she hadn’t had to go into the draw and grab her vibrator to make herself cum.
He held her after, kissed her shoulder like it still meant something.
The morning had started with chaos, as usual bottles, waffles, juice spills, Macy’s refusal to wear socks but it didn’t weigh her down the way it usually did. She floated through it, humming along with the radio, hair in a towel, a spark in her chest.
Just after lunch, she called the sitter. Lillian from down the street who came with glowing reviews and a calm presence even Kayla responded to.
“Can you come by for a few hours this afternoon?” Kylee asked. “I just need a little time to myself and I want to surprise Jake at work and go to dinner together.”
“Of course!” Lillian responded. “Stay out as late as you need, I have the kids under control”!
She hadn’t said those words in so long, they felt foreign in her mouth.
By 2:30, the sitter had arrived, and Kylee was dressed in her favorite high-waisted jeans and a soft cream turtleneck that hugged her curves just right.
She spritzed on her expensive perfume, the one she used to wear when Jake couldn’t keep his hands off her and added a swipe of deep berry lip gloss to finish.
She went to the salon before going to the clinic to get her nails and hair done.Her stylist curled her long, dark hair into soft, glossy waves. Her nails, newly shaped and painted a deep wine red, made her feel dangerous in the best way. She felt beautiful, and more than that she felt awake.
Rachel had shown up to work looking like she wasn’t just ready to check in patients, she was ready to be the reason every man in the building forgot their professionalism.
Her black, skin-tight dress clung to her body like it had been painted on.
Sleeveless, low-cut, and stopping well above her knees.
It hugged every curve, showing off her perfectly fake Double D breast, and cinched perfectly at her waist. She paired it with tall black boots and a confident smirk that said she knew exactly what she was doing.
Jake noticed the moment she walked in the door.She bent over the receptionist desk to put her things down. Her ass checks were poking out the bottom of her dress. He tried not to stare at her but he just couldn’t help it. His mouth went dry instantly and he felt a rush of blood go through his body.
“I figured I’d dress up today,” she said sweetly, eyes glittering as they traveled down his torso. “Don’t all hard working surgeons deserve a little something sexy to look at?”
Jake cleared his throat and looked away, but the way his jaw tightened said he’d heard every word. “This is a clinic, Rachel. Not a nightclub.”
She laughed, flipping her hair over one shoulder. “Yeah, but you work so hard. Might as well make your view a little more fun.”
He shook his head, smirking despite himself, and turned back toward his office. But her voice followed him.
“Oh and,” she called, voice light and teasing. “I canceled your 3:30 and 4:15. Told them the doctor needed some time to relax. You’ve been working sooo hard, Dr. Waterman.”
He stopped in the doorway. He turned to look at her.“You canceled my appointments?”
Rachel walked toward him, hips swaying, the black dress hugging her every step. “I did. You’ve taken care of everyone else all week. Thought maybe someone should take care of you for once.”
She stepped into his office, not waiting for permission, the click of her boots echoing in the hallway behind her. She perched herself on the edge of his desk, one leg crossing over the other slowly, deliberately.
Jake stared at her for a long moment.He should’ve told her to leave. To pull herself together. To stop playing these games.
But he didn’t.
Because some part of him didn’t want to.
When Rachel leaned forward and said, “Unless you’d rather I go,” her voice dipped into something low sexy.
And Jake didn’t answer.
He didn’t have to.
Rachel had been flirting since the moment she got hired.
She wore that black, skin-tight dress like it was sewn onto her. Every time she moved, it clung to her body like a second skin. She leaned too far forward when she handed him things, let her fingers drag against his, and stood too close to him in the hallway. Always smiling. Always watching him.
Jake tried to maintain boundaries at least, at first. But it had been building for weeks. The way she lit up when he spoke to her. How she laughed at everything he said. How she called him Dr. W with a tone that was just shy of innocent.
By lunch, Rachel leaned into the counter and said, voice soft and sexy, “You know, if you ever needed... Some stress relief... I’m great at that.”
He didn’t say anything.But he didn’t shut it down either.
Just after 1:00 p.m., Rachel peeked her head into his office with a wicked little smile.“Your wife called. Wanted to bring you coffee later,” she said casually, twirling a pen between her fingers. “Said she was getting her hair and nails done.”
Jake hesitated, something in his chest tightening.
Rachel smiled wider. “Want me to call her back and tell her you’ve been slammed? That we had to squeeze in another last-minute surgery?”
He looked up at her.
She added quickly, “Only if you want me to.”
He didn’t nod. He didn’t speak. But he didn’t stop her either.
Rachel reached for the phone. A few moments later Kylee’s phone rang. Kylee answered on the second ring, sitting in her car outside the salon with two coffees in her cup holder and a soft smile on her face.
“Hey, this is Rachel, Dr. Waterman receptionist. I just wanted to let you know he asked me to call you. We had to add a late surgery this afternoon. Looks like he’s going to be slammed.”
Kylee paused, confused. “Oh... okay. I was going to bring him a coffee.”
Rachel let out a sweet little laugh. “Aww, that’s so thoughtful. I’ll let him know you were thinking of him. But yeah, he’s totally tied up in the OR. You know how he gets all focused and serious.”
Kylee smiled weakly. “Right. No worries.”
As Rachel hung up, she spun the phone in her hand and glanced back toward Jake’s office.
The clinic was quiet now, a quiet that thickened the air.
Jake sat at his desk, tablet still opened but he didn’t read a single word in minutes. His mind was already going places it shouldn’t.
Rachel slowly opened his office door and she shut the door behind her slowly, her lips curved into a knowing smile. The black dress was so sexy on her. She didn’t belong in a medical office like that, and she didn’t care.
She crossed the room with unhurried confidence, each step deliberate, measured, like she knew the power she carried between her legs.
“You’ve been tense all day,” she said, voice low and velvet-soft. “I can see it in your shoulders.”
He looked at her, jaw tight. “You should head out. We're done for the day.”
Rachel ignored him. She circled his desk slowly, fingertips grazing the surface, nails softly tapping.
“You’re always the one taking care of people,” she murmured.
“Patients. Staff. Your wife…”Her voice dipped as she reached his chair, standing behind him now.
“But who takes care of you, Dr. Waterman?”
He gripped the arms of his chair, but he didn’t move. She leaned down, her breath hot against his neck.
“I think about you all the time when I’m alone at night,” she whispered, lips close to his ear. “About what those hands could do if you weren’t holding a scalpel.”
He stiffened, still frozen, still not stopping her.
Rachel slipped one hand over his shoulder, slow and deliberate, sliding down the front of his shirt, her fingers brushing the buttons, grazing his chest.
“Just say the word, Let me take care of you.” She moved in front of him now, standing between his knees. Her eyes locked onto his, hands resting gently on his thighs.
“You want this,” she whispered. “I can feel it. you have been fucking me with your eyes for weeks”
Jake’s pulse hammered in his throat.
He should have pushed her away. He should have stood up and left the room. But he didn't, he just let her go on.
Rachel sank slowly to her knees her lips brushed the inside of his thighs. Slow, unhurried, like she wanted him to feel every breath, every brush of skin. Her nails slid along his belt, teasing, playing with the edge, like a cat toying with its prey.
Rachel didn’t want to talk about bills or dinner or teething. She didn’t care if he forgot to take out the trash. She didn’t see a husband, or a father, just a man. And right now, he needed that.
She looked up at him, her mouth parted, her eyes daring him to stop her. He didn’t. Instead, he leaned back and let his hands fall to her shoulders, his grip tightening as her kisses moved higher up his thigh, her touch more deliberate now, and more hungry.
He clenched his jaw, trying not to moan as her hands slowly grabbed his rock hard dick.
Rachel then put his dick inside her mouth.
Jake couldn’t control himself anymore. He left out a soft moan.
“That’s it Dr.W show me you want me to continue.
” That’s all he needed to hear. He grabbed the back of her hair and pushed her head up and down on his rock hard dick.